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Servitude
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2004 Poetry 
In the bowels of hell she toils to serve her master,
waiting for his every sadistic and masochistic urge.
There once was a time she thought she had it all,
living the high life without a care in the world.
She manipulated everyone to gain what she desired.
Working well she thought, in the chasm of her mind.
Trails of pain and heartache left in her chosen path,
with deadly enemies growing to create her destiny.
Destiny one day met with the power of a deadly storm,
sending her to meet the creator of evil and master of pain.
He took her as his own private plaything to use and abuse.
So she waits there clinging to a filthy symbolic pole.
Her flesh heated and crawling until he calls her once again.
Author's Notes/Comments:
My 200th post.
